A/n:
This chappie has been edited, no major changes but some parts worded
differently. I know I haven't been on forever but now I'm going
to edit the old stuff and hopefully get back on track and post some
new chapters too. I may change some of the stories that I didn't
like but it's all just a big maybe.

Disclaimer:
Don't own it.

Music
box:1:Present, Music Box

Present

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Riza Hawkeye was a complicated woman or maybe she was so simple that
it was complicated. It that made any sense at all.

Her
birthday was coming up, not that she even did disclose her age, there
was something about women and thier age.

Roy
had no idea what to give her, a gun would be bad because she already
had so many (to point at him).

He
walked down the street, still puzzled about the whole gift problem
when Roy stopped in front of a store and walked in quietly. His eye
was caught by a small pretty and pink box.

Roy
carefully opened the latch and pushed the top of the box up. He
brought the box close to his eye and saw a small wooden ballerina
right in front of the mirror. He turned the knob and the ballerina
began to spin. A heart-breaking melody filled his ears. It was
perfect.

He
hurried on to the cash register, exited that he had gotten the
perfect gift for Riza Hawkeye though it was so unlike her, she wasn't
the type of the girl who was into the pinkish and prettyish things.

He
smiled, it was the perfect way to express his feelings. He could
imagine the late Maes Hughes saying "A better way to express
your feelings is by giving her a ring."

But
this was perfect; it wasn't like he was going to ask her to marry
him. At least, not yet. 'Perfect' he thought again and smiled at the
store clerk, 'Just perfect.'

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